The water all over the world flooded my head. The water was steaming and poured into my mouth and brain from the incision in my neck. The water flooded my whole body and soul. Don't think I will struggle in the water. The fact is, my soul swims happily in the water. And those damn maggots were either drowned or scalded to death, and their bodies flowed down my neck. My only remaining body and soul feel infinitely carefree in the water. We were born in water and returned to it. I am convinced that water is life.
Trembling with fear, I watched her wash her hair and dry it with a towel. Now the man's head is clean and his eyes seem bright. If he has no body, you might think he is a lively living person. Then she combed his hair. She took out a wooden comb from her sleeve. The wooden comb is made of fine wood, and the engraver is very delicate. She combed her hair very carefully. Although the oil lamp is like a bean, every hair can be distinguished. She used to comb his hair, usually after taking a shower, and his long hair hung down to his waist, sometimes for an hour. In the past, she would gently part his hair and bathe his head.
The wet wetland was steaming and meekly conquered by her wooden comb. They didn't say anything in the middle, enjoying quietly. After she combs his hair, he combs her hair for another hour. You don't need to know this. You will only feel the horror of the dead man's hair now, and you won't notice that she is still using those gentle hands. Everything is the same as before, except that he has lost the body that she can't give up and can't comb her hair anymore.
Finally finished combing, she tied him in a popular bun and gently put him on the case. Next, she began to take off the bloody white dress and became naked. See no evil, if you are still talking about morality, please stop watching and leave here forever.
She looked at me, I looked at her, looked at her smooth body, glowing strangely red under the oil lamp, as if it had turned into a fiery red fire and soaked in a new bucket of hot water. The fire on her body once burned me, and it still burns me. After a long time, she came out of the bucket and held me tightly in her arms, lying on the straw mat. She took me to bed. In the dream, we talked.
When I see the world again, I can feel a boiling liquid rolling on my cheeks. These are her tears. Sunlight broke into my pupil through bamboo leaves and windows, and my isolated soul was moved by it.
I was completely embalmed. First, all the impurities in my head were removed, leaving only my mouth, nose and brain. Then I was soaked in alcohol and mercury, which penetrated into every inch of my skin and tissues. Then she stuffed a lot of unknown spices and herbs into my head. Some of these things are specially shipped from distant and mysterious countries, and some are collected from deep mountains and forests. In a word, these dozens of rare materials, together with an almost lost top secret formula, have become rare antiseptic drugs in the world after her careful preparation, and have been placed in many corners of my head. She did all this by herself.
It's done. Finally, the bowl-sized scar on my neck was wrapped by her with a delicate iron sheet, which was also covered with a layer of gold foil to ensure that it would never rust.
From then on, I became a mummy.